Little Old Me In A Big World

“Ahh..” he let out a nervous laugh, “Well....I’m actually the CEO of Atlas, but I was going to check on a safe house we hadn’t heard from in a while. Zer0′s been so busy, and my men are all swamped, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands!” He normally was fine. He had a good shield, knew where he could hide, but one wrong move and his shield depleted and his leg was shot with a ricochet bullet. “I know, it sounds ridiculous. A guy like me doesn’t belong out there...” and he would agree, “But I needed to make sure my men were ok...” And he didn’t even get to the safe house.

There was no way Rhys could know how involved he was with Jack, hell no way he could know a ton of public appearances Jack had been to busy for were him. That the one who always risked his life of the self entitled ego stroking hero missions were him... Sure Jack did go on some but they were always the more merciless bloody ones. Tim... Tim probably would have been in a ton of trouble back in the day if Jack knew how many "bandits" he had spared.

"It does sound ridiculous but... I mean if it is true it's a nice gesture.... But your men need you in a safe spot. I mean you go down they're all out there dying for nothing." He didn't know if he could really just trust the CEO statement. Like he said it sounded too good to be true... "It's fine. I'm pretty used to it..." Then he mentioned the bomb removal.

Tim honestly couldn't believe his luck. It wasn't every day you had some random person show up who was nice enough to actually help you, especially on Pandora. He nearly cried with Joy when the girl said she'd help him... He could cry later, after he was free. For now he just smiled wide, hidden under the scarf luckily still hiding his face, if only just barely. "Thank you! Seriously thank you, I thought I'd be some random Psycho's piñata." It wasn't a fun image to picture and so he'd do his best to not imagine it. instead he just hung there waiting to be saved. With each cable cut free he felt the slight drop and his gut twisted. Geez he hated this. He wasn't that high up thankfully but the initial fall had scared him into a very unmanly cream... really hoping he doesn't do that again in front of someone. At her last words he felt himself tense. right, fall time. Just a little falla nd he'd be free... He'd been through worse he could do this. "Alright." He took a deep breath grimacing at the idea of the fall. "Alright I'm good, Lets get this over with!" The initial fall wasn't horrible, he felt the drop as the line was cut and before he knew it he was sprawled on the ground with a loud grunt and a groan to follow. "Ow..." He laid there a moment just soaking in what was sure to be a bad bruise in the morning before wigglign himself free from the mess of cables.

It only takes a few moments for Angel to appear once again on the other side of the rubble, having already cleared most of the obstructions when making her way to cut the cables. She raises an eyebrow at Tim.

"You're afraid of heights?"

It's both a genuine question and a quip, but she isn't really judging. She'd simply never had a reason to be afraid of them—the whole winged-Siren thing quickly got rid of any of that fear.

"Anyway—you're welcome. You're lucky I was already out looking for a few things before this."

As if remembering, Angel shoulders her pack—a small, beaten-up leather bag containing a multitude of electronics, wires barely peeking out from under the top flap.

"Actually... would you mind if I tagged along with you for a bit?" Angel asks, sheepish and somewhat hesitant. In truth, she's a little worried about the area—and with very little knowledge about self-defense, she simply doesn't carry a gun. Fear would make any weapon utterly useless in her hands.

It would only be tactically advantageous (at least, that's what she tells herself, not that she's lonely, because she isn't) to stick close to another person to deter potential attackers.

He looked to the girl now taking her in and he couldn't help the feelings well up. He didn't recognize her by any means, Jack shared a lot with him but he never shared her. No, what he felt was more a paternal instinct he never seemed to be able to shake. Call it a side effect of being the big brother to five little sisters, but he couldn't help always wanting to help every kid he came across out here, be it on Elpis or Pandora.

Angel here was no different. She was small and the clothes she wore just exaggerated that. He hadn't really noticed when she first showed up but now that he had time to take everything in... Yeah there was no way he could say no to a traveling companion, even if the fear of his face was going to spike his anxiety until they parted.

"I don't mind at all, as long as you're cool with us delivering some supplies to the crimson raiders?" He wondered if he could convince Moxxi to get this kid a spot on the ship too if she had nowhere else to go...

"It should be good to eat now." He agreed simply as he started pouring two bowls and then prepping Skittles dinner of everything he hadn't used from the Rakk. He would never call her a garbage disposal out loud but uh... yeah it was nice having a Skag around for this.